Painting the puffer fish in the snake pit with a Rubbermaid lid as my palette. Quaaludes to the shake of a tail, yellow and black yayue. The canvas is damp with my spit and pill foam but otherwise blank. Down in the pit, there’s so much going on. Who needs colors: I’m in the dark and hypnotized by the world’s ten fattest non-lethal snakes. One bops its fat head against the glass, smearing venom snot, the pet-friendly kind.
Finally they picked me to be the canary in the coal mine. They lowered me into the depths during the dormancy cycle. Like loaded dice, it comes up at two. He comes around too with my snifter and my beer, sliding Nicolas Cage in an Alii Lole down a puffer spike for garnish. Nice touch.
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